What would you like to write about? I’m beginning my post with that question tonight; the invitation is like a friend tapping their velvety couch cushion, saying, “Here, take a seat.” I’ll be here for the next hour or so, I tell myself, connecting with you on whatever you want to talk about, take your time, I’m open.
How about I start with the weather. Like how every fiber in my being would love to see that light white stuff fall five days from now. Wouldn’t snow on Christmas just be magical?
On from the weather, I’d like to dive into light topics of food and festivities, like how yummy the homemade hoagies I made were, with the chicken Dave breaded and fried and the Caesar dressing I made. Having a hand in the ingredients and final product is fun. That’s true with any trade or skill where the outcome makes them feel a sense of accomplishment.
The presents are mostly wrapped, and all in all, I’m feeling settled that everyone is bought for. I wish I’d gotten Dave a little something more, and I think that comes from a desire to make him feel special. I wonder, if not another present, what is something else I could do to communicate how much he means to me?
Since he’ll likely read this, I’ll keep kisser sealed with my answer.
What else? I’m feeling insecure about the move to Georgia. Every so often, I get scared we’re making the wrong decision, making me want to run to Dave and say, “Please, let’s pull the plug before it’s too late.” And then I know it won’t be too late. We will do it for a year, and if after that time it is not what we expected, we will move back. Simple.
Then I feel secure. The commitment is manageable, and the loss is not so great we can’t overcome it.
Tomorrow’s Friday for me, and then a couple of days before our family Bingo party on Christmas Eve. My Dad seems particularly pleased with the gifts he’s giving this year, making me curious about how gag-gift-like they are. In previous years, there’ve been pickle-shaped-looking bandaids, a taco blanket, and a mini leg lamp from “A Christmas Story”.
That’s all I have. Oh, and I worry I’m boring, but in the same breath, am grateful for the simplicity that is my life today.
Love, Jaclynn
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